Summer, You Wore Out Your Welcome

The summer heat that lingered around, reminded me of that guest who just will not leave.  You know the type, they stay until the very end, most likely showed up early.  They have already done all of your dishes for you (hey they are nice), and they still will not leave.  You finally have to go change into your pajamas and hopefully, then they will get the hint.  That was summer.  It wore out its welcome, and you could not go to sleep until it finally left.  Or in my case, wear tights and cardigans and jackets.

The fabulous Robyn of Twitch Vintage sent me this dress while I was on vacation.  It didn't sell in her shop and she thought I might like it.  Well, I do and it fits great and because of my new found ginger-ness, I can pull of paler shades and not look way too washed out.  

I definitely had major anxiety yesterday.  In all honesty, I do not have an extra cent to spend until the 8th of October.  I am on edge, tearful, and definitely cranky.  I am trying to think of other ways that I can earn some extra cash.  Namely, selling some clothes.  The thing is I don't have much to sell except for the stuff that no longer fits me (which is a lot).  Anyone have any suggestions? (Ya know besides selling plasma or something?)

Wearing:
Dress: vintage, Twitch Vintage
Necklace: Forever 21
Tights: Gap
Shoes: random shop in Chicago
Jacket: Urban Outfitters

On Commemoration of Fall

I love how this first shot in this series looks so hopeful, the second a little silly and the third one is total hot-face.  I definitely was feeling the edgy librarian today.  However pictures of this dress don't really do it justice.  It has a beautiful movement to it that a digital picture simply cannot capture.  When you walk, the fabric flutters in the moving air.  I felt beautiful.

Have I talked about the basement of the building I work in at my temp job?  I think I have mentioned that my building is absolutely confusing.  How confusing?  Well, to continue down what should be a single hallway, you walk down the hallway until it dead ends, turn to your left go through a door, then take a right through another door, take a right go through another door, and then take another left through another set of doors.  The basement however is just creepy.  I was warned my first time going to the basement that there is a man that drives around and be careful he might hit you, but music is playing and that's how you know to look for him.  The one thing missing from that equation is that he has a knife and will stab you because he is the ghost of Cornelius Vanderbilt. 

Dress: vintage, courtesy of Leproust Vintage
Necklace: gift from Africa
Belt: super old from Target
Shoes: MICHAEL Michael Kors from Beacon's Closet

Okay I can't leave this post talking about being stabbed by a ghost.  Even that creeps me out.  So here is a sad little plea.  Please check out my mark. store sometime this week... I need money... so I can eat and I really cannot part with any of my clothes.

And.... its THURSDAY!